At the weekend I washed the bedlinen. In other, less exciting news we left the European Union and the nation prepared for yet another lockdown. But as for me, I washed the bedlinen. It was only when I took the sheet and duvet cover out of the machine, though, that I realised that, worn soft …
For about a year now I’ve had an unpleasant rash on my forehead. I have a back that packs up from time to time and a shoulder that periodically keeps me awake at night. My right ankle is a bit shonky from getting kicked playing football against Stockwell YMCA and then falling downstairs onstage during …
Around Christmas, time is strange. We go to bed late. We get up early because, despite the absence of work, there is still way too much work to do. Even the days of the week cease to have meaning. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday give way to Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day, as time …